Assumption, they say, is the mother of mess-up. Oh, and what a fool was I to assume that on a long-haul flight with a duration of 11 hours there would be back-of-the-seat in-flight entertainment to keep a five-year-old amused. Instead, there was one

One of my favourite movies is Hideous Kinky, about a single, free-spirited hippy mother struggling to bring up two children in Marrakech. As a single mother of two myself (with boho inclinations), I’d even fancied myself as a little like the cool

. I also ventured to Nobu and tried some of the melt-in-the-mouth signature dishes, including Yellow Tail Sashimi with Jalapenos and Black Cod with Miso, washed down with a couple of Lychee margaritas, while Grace and Joe watched movies at the children

still look through the curtain in envy at the Upper Class passengers with their cosy pods). After nine hours of movies, food and a few snoozes, we landed in the Sunshine State, where – right on cue – the sun was blazing. But we were about to embark